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Then jet the blue tent topple, stars rain down, and god or void appall us till we drown in our own tears: today we start to pay the piper with each breath, yet love knows not of death nor calculus above the simple sum of heart plus heart.
-plath
Friday, December 08, 2006
/12:45 am
sometimes you get hurt not because people did something to you.. more like they didnt.. do anything.. didnt see who you really are.. didnt do something you wished they would.. like call right when you're crying.. being understood not saying anything.. or just being your friend.. traumatizing stuff always come all of a sudden.. and you couldnt even react, then you lost your chance.. the only regret of jc life.. it has become a psychological thing.. being a part of a family of people.. then disintegrated from it.. then disappear.. ive always thought it was becos something was wrong with me.. thats why.. but im just me.. not being able to be me when im with them, is also a part of me.. the feelings and memories.. only i will contain.. till it fades. after a fire burns.. ashes covers the land like a huge dark desert. underneath is futile soil and before you know it, new life springs. i'll grow fresh flowers on that spot. i prefer daisies.
You, if you were sensible,
when i tell you the stars flash signals,
each one dreadful,
You would not turn and answer me
"The night is wonderful."
-D.H. Lawrence
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